In which and 18 year old girl falls in love with one of her dads work friends, Grayson Dolan. As time goes on she begins seeing him more often and that makes it harder to resist her temptations so she gives up. What will happen? Will her dad find ou...
"Who's Collin?" Grayson asked backing away and letting me get down from the counter.
"He is my moms son, he lives in Texas with his dad but I guess he wants to come visit." I said hoping down and putting our plates in the sink.
He nodded his head walking back over to me. I avoided eye contact and walked past him out of the kitchen up to my room.
When i got to my bedroom i grabbed my phone and went to my bathroom. I had just thrown on some shorts and a sweatshirt before going down for breakfast. I grabbed my speaker and connected my phone to it. I played music and got into the shower. I was dancing and having a blast.
When i was done i took my speaker and went out into my bedroom. I walked over to my closet and put on this.
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I have one class today and it starts at 10:30.
I walked down stairs and put on my shoes. I walked into the entry way and grabbed my purse and my keys.I looked in the living room and kitchen and i couldn't find Grayson. So i just yelled really really loud hoping he could hear me. "I'm leaving."
A few seconds later he walked down the steps in a suit with his hair flopping over to the side.
"I um have to go to class." i said.
"Ok have fun." he flashes me a smile and also grabbed his keys leaving right after me.
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Class was boring as always. I left a little early and walked down to a near by cafe. A tiny place that i have been going to ever since i was 15. Me Ali and Bri found it one day and it's just kinda been our place.
I walked in and was greeted by Alex, a worker that's been there for a few months. "Morning Alex" i greeted as I took my seat at the back booth, where I always sit.
He walked over poured me a cup of coffee and brought me my usual, a bacon, egg, and cheese bagel.
"Morning sunshine." He said and flashed me a famous smile. He walked away and i pulled out my journal. Now i know what you're thinking why am I an 18 year old adult journaling but it's really relaxing to me. I'm a very creative person, now i'm not good at drawing or painting or anything but I consider myself a pretty good writer.
I was writing in the cafe for about an hour, it's a very small cafe that not many people come to in the middle of the day. So I was surprised when i heard the bell ring.
When I look up there he is. Once again. What is he following me or something??
He walked closer to my booth but didn't seem to notice me until I said "What are you stalking me?" in probably the bitchy and sassy tone. I can't help it, i'm a bitch.
I gave him a death glare and he smirked at me and walked over sitting right in front of me. I rolled my eyes before saying "Sure take seat."
"Thanks I think I will." He then continues to order a coffee, just how I like mine.
"So Leah, what are you doing here in the middle of the day?" he asked mixing in his milk with his coffee.
"I left class a little early and thought I would just chill here and write." I said putting my journal back into my bag. He looked up and had a surprised expression on his face.
"You write?" he asked taking a sip of his coffee and putting his elbows on the table and his hands resting under his chin.
"Yes I do ever since I was 11, that's what i'm in school for. Literature. Why does that shock you so much." i ask drinking my coffee and taking a bite of my second bagel.
"Because I to love to write. Have been writing for as long as i can remember." he informed me.
"Really what kind of stuff do you like to write?" i asked now becoming intrigued.
"Oh y-you know a bit of everything." he said stuttering and becoming a little tense.
"Oh whatever come on seriously what do you like to write?" i asked making my voice sound a little intimidating.
"Ok, i like to uh write uh poems." he said with his hands covering his mouth trying to muffle the words but I heard it perfectly.
"No way, I love poetry. Could I read them sometime?" i asked with hope that he will let me.
"Oh I don't know I don't ever let anybody even know I write let alone read it." he told me.
"Well then i guess it's a good thing i'm not just an 'anybody'." i said.
"What about you, what do you write?" he asked.
" I write romance." i said a tiny bit embarrassed because I have a feeling I know what his next question will be.
"So like you write sex?" he asked.
"Uhm sometimes, yes, if it fits and is meaningful to the story." i assured him.
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We talked for what felt like a lifetime and i found out some stuff about him and he found out a ton about me. I kind of just opened up. He was just so easy to talk to, he is one of those people who you know you can lots to, ya know?
"Ok, well I should be heading home I have a paper due tomorrow that i haven't even started." i said with a chuckle.
"Alright I will walk you out." he said.
I got out my wallet and was getting ready to pay when he said "Oh no Leah I got it." and he put a $100 on the table on top of the check and told Alex to keep the change.
"No Mr.Dolan you do-"
I was cut off with his saying.
"Don't worry about it. No big deal." He said standing up and reaching his hand out for me to grab.
So I did. We walked to the door and he said "By the way you don't have to call me 'Mr.Dolan' you can call me Grayson." then he bent down a little to whisper in my ear. "Except for when we are in bed, then 'Mr.Dolan' is okay." and with that continued out of the cafe.
We were still hand in hand walking out to my jeep. When we got out to where to could see my car, there was someone leaning against it. I couldn't tell from where we were but the closer and closer we got I could see who it was.
